Light and Life

Holy God, you have shown me light and life,

You are stronger than any natural power.

Accept the words from my heart

That struggle to reach you.

Accept the silent thoughts and feelings

That are offered to you.

Clear my mind of the clutter of useless facts.

Bend down to me, and lift me in your arms.

Make me holy as you are holy.

Give me a voice to sing of your love to others. 

Ancient Christian prayer, written on papyrus

Quoted from the book, “Simple Prayers & Blessings,” Margaret Anne Huffman & Gary Wilde, 1999, p. 292


Empty Nest

When young with two sons,
mornings, upon waking late,
were a scene from a Three
Stooges skit.

Mass chaos reigned.
sleepy kids running around,
eating a hearty breakfast of…
cereal, again, and
much cajoling and yelling heard,
until we were all dressed,
fed, and in the car on our way
to start our equally hectic day.

It was always thus
Until one day…
My nest was empty.

Now when I awake,
My routine is so regimented,
That if I vary it at all,
My Chihuahua puppy son,
Gets confused and frets.

I can’t believe that…
I miss the chaos some mornings,
as I slowly sip my coffee and
Wake up quietly.

© D. Elaine Wood-Lane

Pencil Scratching


I read a story the other day about a woman who wrote novels.

She always wrote her first drafts in pencil because she loved the 

feel and sound of the pencil lead being scratched across the page.

I laughed to myself as I thought of how smudged up her pages must be,

at least if written in a typical journal like mine with facing pages.

On further reflection, however, wouldn’t a pencil be apt?

Life isn’t sterile and perfect.

It can get quite smudgey.

We rarely, if ever, get things totally right the first time ’round.

We have erasures, edits, and rewrites all our lives–nothing is perfect.

Writing with this old-fashioned pencil with its wooden smell and

sensuous feel of the the tip scratching across the page,

at least makes the journey tactilely fun.

It makes it so much fun, in fact,

I don’t want to end this poem.

I won’t hold you hostage with my pencil

 any longer, 

          for now. 
© D. Elaine Wood-Lane


Bono on the difference between Grace and Karma

I’m so thankful God loved us enough to send his son Jesus to die on my behalf and yours and yours and yours…and that all God asks in return is that we believe Jesus IS his son, that we confess our sins, that we profess our faith and be baptized for the remission of our sins and the gift of the Holy Spirit. If I were otherwise relying on my own feeble efforts to be a good, decent, human being who always had a kind word and a sunny disposition, I’d be in deep, deep trouble! After we become Christians, or those who profess Christ and try to be more like him every day, the Holy Spirit certainly can help us be better people, but we still have to let him. No matter how hard we try to live in obedience to God and his way, we can’t ever live up to 100%. Heck, I can’t even live up to 50% or 25%.

Anyway, all of that is to say, I appreciate what Bono says here. I guess the only difference is I know who Jesus is. He is God’s son. As Bono says, “that’s the question. And no one can talk you into it or out of it.” Although, I would definitely like to try to talk everyone into it because I know what a positive difference it has made to my earthly life to have Jesus and I believe it will make an eternal positive difference in the end.

Peace and love, Elaine

Grace + Truth

Bono_on_Bono_Cover“It’s a mind-blowing concept that the God who created the Universe might be looking for company, a real relationship with people, but the thing that keeps me on my knees is the difference between Grace and Karma…

You see, at the centre of all religions is the idea of Karma. You know, what you put out comes back to you; an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, or in physics – in physical laws – every action is met by an equal or opposite one.  Its clear to me that Karma is at the very heart of the universe.  I’m absolutely sure of it.

And yet, along comes this idea called Grace to upend all that “As you reap, so will you sow” stuff.  Grace defies reason and logic. Love interrupts, if you like, the consequences of your actions, which in my case is very good news…

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A Few Words About David Bowie from Natekatdeluxe

I have to say that I was never a huge fan of Davie Bowie’s music because I never took the time to listen to it as well as Nat, my son, has. There were some of his more popular songs on the radio that I liked in the late 70’s and early 80’s while in high school, but otherwise I didn’t listen to him much. Apparently I should have! Nat has written an excellent post here that explains why I should have–hence my reblogging his post.


Have you ever woken up
And you feel like your nerves
Want to crawl right out of your skin?

You want to crawl back into your
Cocoon of a bed and sleep until
It’s all over. The pain, not life.

It’s rare for me these days,
But on this snowy, cold day,
Even with my favorite Buddy
On my lap and the beautiful,
Snowy scenery outside,

I’d rather be cocooning.
Wake me up when it’s
Safe to come out and play

© D. Elaine Wood-Lane